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Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself.
Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself.
One ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any read more
One ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any external influence. Moreover, that in that does happiness consist. Victor Hugo -Diogenes Laertius.
Don't rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you read more
Don't rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you can't love and respect yourself - no one else will be able to make that happen. Accept who you are - completely; the good and the bad - and make changes as YOU see fit - not because you think someone else wants you to be different.
Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed.
Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed.
Without relationships, no matter how much wealth, fame, power, prestige and seeming success by the standards and opinions of the read more
Without relationships, no matter how much wealth, fame, power, prestige and seeming success by the standards and opinions of the world one has, happiness will constantly eluded him.
Happiness exists only if you have a lot of people to share it with.
Happiness exists only if you have a lot of people to share it with.
To live we must conquer incessantly, we must have the courage to be happy.
To live we must conquer incessantly, we must have the courage to be happy.
Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.
Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.